When we had to change our venue, I admit I had a bit of a sob-fest. But who wouldn’t??? The farm wedding that I had spent three months planning seemed to be falling to pieces, and even though people kept telling me that “it’s about the marriage, not the wedding,” I couldn’t help but be upset. As time went on, I got over it and threw myself headfirst into re-planning the wedding.

Still, there are times I feel like a Bridezilla.

Example A:
My mother and grandmother took me wedding-shoe shopping because the original shoes I bought were WAAAAY too tall; I would have towered over Mr. U in all the photos, and while that may not matter to some people, it mattered to me. So off to the mall we went. I had seen gorgeous pictures all over the internet of brides with colorful shoes, and I was determined to incorporate at least one of my wedding colors into my bridal look. Shoes seemed like the best way to do just that. I was thinking of going with either navy or peach. I know I’m not the only girl that loves the colored-shoe trend. All those guilty of jumping on the colored-shoe train, raise your hands high!

Nothing could have prepared me for my mother’s vehement opposition to colored shoes. In her own words: “Navy shoes??? With your wedding dress??? That’s so tacky! You’re wearing white shoes, missy.” Except she said it in Spanish, so it sounded more angry and dramatic.

I politely explained that I had my heart set on either navy or peach shoes, and that I was going to wear whatever shoes I pleased on my wedding day. Well, then it was my grandmother’s turn to call me tacky and insist on white shoes. When she threatened to buy a pair of white kitten heels for me, I found myself in an awkward position. If she bought the shoes, I would feel obligated to wear them. If she didn’t buy me the shoes, then she would undoubtedly give me the cold shoulder for the remainder of her stay with us.

“But it’s MY wedding.” Oh no. There it was. The dreaded Bridezilla catchphrase and I was the one saying it.

My mom and grandma glared daggers at me until I meekly accepted the shoebox containing the white kitten heels I didn’t want.

I was torn. I felt like a Bridezilla for saying, “It’s MY wedding!” On the other hand, I’m not happy with the shoes we bought. I know that as far as the big picture, shoes really don’t matter.

What do you think, hive? Was I a total bridezilla? Should I use this tutorial to paint my boring white shoes the color I want? Or should I just give in and wear the darn things just the way they are?

I like the idea of wearing the shoes your grandmother bought you for the ceremony and for family pictures (not that they’ll even be visible! but you can point them out to her and your mom during that time), and then changing into something more fun for the reception and have your photography take some pics then. Because honestly, unless they go out of their way to take photos of your shoes, the color or style don’t make a difference! I wore black sandals I already owned and got some resistance at first from my sister and fiance, but in the end I was happy although no one even saw my shoes.